True Intention

Ch 20🌶️- Skin-on-Skin bonding...

Naomi POV

Don't ask me why I felt the need to ask. He's going to expect something on a night like tonight. I know it's not a good idea, but that certainly didn't stop me. Not until I'm ready to accept him. He deserves to have someone that can reciprocate everything he wants to give. I want to, I just can't. My mind goes crazy with sensual images featuring his indescribable sexiness, something I'd never experienced, but it was still so intimidating. I wasn't sure my mind would not go back to those terrifying moments with Robert. I didn't want something like that on my mind while I was with Soren, ever.

There was and never could be a comparison. Not that I'd thought of Robert much since Ren made sure he'd been successfully incarcerated. I just didn't want the past to interfere with my future.

He knocked on the door a few minutes later.

"Come in." I called from where I sat on my bed, cross-legged, in my pajamas; Juicy shorts and tie-dye cropped cami, just like the first day he saw me in the kitchen. His grin was a mile wide as he entered, wearing his own version of pajamas. Low-slung black lounge pants and a v-neck tee in light gray in that... you guessed it... same buttery soft material he was always wearing. Bamboo modal or something like that. The thing about it was, this material hid nothing. Not his muscles, and certainly not his manly parts. I blushed, trying to keep my eyes anywhere but where they seemed determined to look.

It was impossible not to appreciate the attributes he'd been given, especially not if you were me. He was like f*****g Kryptonite or something, I swear.

I made up my mind to let him explore a little. Maybe not all the way, but he'd been so patient... it was only fair, right?

I was choosing it. I took a deep breath.

"Should I lock it?" He joked, waggling his eyebrows. When I was silent for a moment, his smile dimmed a bit. "Nao-"

"Yeah, lock it, Ren." I whispered in a rush. He paused, then did as I said, before walking over and plopping down extra close to me, like he often did, getting right into my personal space. He tilted his head and looked at me from under his eyelashes, fluttering them.

This goofball, trying to ease the tension with his silliness.

"Oh my, whatever does this devious damsel have planned for me?" He quipped in a fake Southern accent. I just stared at him. I couldn't help it. He stopped his joking, brows drawing together. His hair looked soft, since he'd showered, and it had no product in it. He smelled divine.

My next words just tumbled out of my mouth.

"Can I ask you what cologne you wear?" I asked him, out of nowhere, I guess, because he seemed confused.

"Um, Millésime Impérial by Creed. Why?" His eyes stared into mine, with stimulating intensity. Holy s**t.

"It... smells good." I whispered. He nodded, not breaking eye contact.

"Mmmhmm. What about you, what's that I smell on you that drives me crazy?" He whispered back.

"Love In Black, also by Creed, ironically." I blushed as I replied.

"Mmmhmm. Lucky we can afford that s**t, huh?" He grinned, despite his smoldering eyes. I cleared my throat.

"Yeah. Though I like other fragrances too, I really like stuff with violets." I said shakily as he leaned forward and drew his nose along my jawline and neck, sniffing deeply. I don’t know why the sniff itself made me shiver, but it did.

"Is this okay, Nao?" He asked as he put his hands on my upper arms, rubbing gently. I nodded. "Anything... you want to try?" He queried softly as he looked into my eyes. I nodded. "Then do it." He whispered. My hands tentatively reached up, and I plunged my fingers into his hair, reveling in the softness. His eyes closed as he groaned at my touch.

"When I saw your hair today, it looked like you'd just romped with a woman and I really wished I was that woman." I rushed out, and his eyes popped open. He leaned forward and gently brushed his lips against mine. It was the first time his lips touched mine. He might kiss my cheek, forehead, or hair,but not my lips, not usually.

"You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you say that, Nao." His breathing seemed a little harsh, and I knew this was difficult for him. Holding back, that is. "I don't want to push you but do you think maybe... I can really kiss you?" He asked tentatively. I swallowed loudly. I wanted so much more, if I was honest. The only thing I could think about was the man sitting in front of me. I wasn't scared of him. Damnnn. This was good and yet so bad. I nodded. We stood, and he pulled me to him with a little roughness.

Surprisingly, it was fine if it was him being a little rough.

I knew he wasn’t going to actually hurt me, nor do anything without my express consent, even if I might want him to. I know, sighhhhh. Make up my damn mind right?

His hands slid to my bare hips above my pajama shorts, his thumbs making slow circles on my skin. Our foreheads were touching as his eyes roamed my face. I’m not sure what he was looking for, but his breathing was getting harsher by the moment. I could feel his erection pressing into my belly, long, thick, and hard.

He pressed his lips to mine gently, angling his head slightly, then became wild and passionate, licking the seam of my lips for permission to enter. Can you guess what I did? Let him in, of course, wholeheartedly. He tasted of mint, his slick tongue ravaging my mouth and leaving me breathless. It made me wonder why I’d waited so long to do this with him. To let him in.

Weird that I was fine with all of this? Probably. But there was a part of me that was proud. I was still capable of desire, of wanting. Allowing myself to be touched and actually enjoy it. Emotionally, I had a long way to go, but at least I knew my body could get past my trauma, with some work and the right person. I felt a tear escape. Soren's hand paused.

"Are you okay? Should I stop?" He asked, concerned. His hot breath tickled my lips.

"No." I said softly. "I'm just happy."

"About?" His hand resumed its gentle circle on my hips. I've read books, I've seen stuff, got curious. But actually getting wet? Totally new as of today, but his hand was doing all kinds of things to my core with the lightest of touches.

"That my body can let me enjoy your touch, and that I could give you my first real kiss" I whispered, a small moan leaking out.

"s**t. Don't tell me stuff like that when I want to be the good guy, babe." He groaned, rubbing against me a little. The thing is, I knew it couldn't be just anyone. I trusted him. I trusted him with my heart and my body. I just didn't trust myself yet. It wasn't logical, but I just knew he was the one. I knew he felt the same, I was fearful after an entire life of rejection by my peers.

"Would it help if I told you I was younger than you?" I joked. His hand paused, and his eyes searched mine.

"Like, illegal younger?" His voice sounded strained, his cheeks flushed with desire. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.

"No, Ren, but I should have been a Freshman this year. I'm nineteen." I beamed as he stared at me, then sighed.

"That was not nice, babe. But honestly, I knew that already." He said with a grin, leaning forward and nibbling on my collarbone. I giggled. "Question." He said.

"Answer." I replied. He huffed.

"Can I... Would you let me..." Aww how cute, he was actually tongue-tied.

"Just ask Ren." Silly bundle of masculine deliciousness. Didn't he realize he had obliterated my walls? Maybe not all the way, but I could listen to anything he had to say and be reasonable. Was it fast considering we just met a little over a month ago? Hell yes, but I'd waited so long just to be normal at all. There was nobody better I could follow into a new phase of life.

"I'd like to... touch you, and..." He blushed. "Eat you out." He whispered, looking shyly into my eyes.

"Only if I get to look this time too. You've seen me already." I said flirtatiously, and his eyes widened. Then be swallowed hard.

"Listen, Nao, I'm not sure I can be entirely altruistic with both our clothes off." I raised a brow. "But I'm willing to try." He said quickly, pulling off his shirt and tossing it across the room. He was all smooth golden skin over hard muscle. Early morning workouts did wonders for him. Oh wow. His right n****e was pierced. Had this cool black captive hoop. He also had a Celtic Yggdrasil tattoo on his right shoulder, a Triskalion on his left pectoral, and a Celtic knotwork band on his left upper arm. His hands reached for my cami and I nodded, letting him lift it over my head. God, he was yummy, and from the look he was giving my pierced n*****s and full C-cup breasts, the feeling was mutual. He licked his lips. "Holy s**t you're beautiful. May I?" He was so careful, checking in with me. I nodded. He ever so gently and carefully, cupped my breasts, his eyes flicking between my face and chest, constantly checking that I was okay.

"Ren, how about this? I'll use a safe word, okay, if it gets to be too much?" I said, and he tilted his head momentarily, probably wondering how the hell I knew what a safe word was, but nodded. "My safe word is onyx. I trust you, and something tells me you don't have to be that gentle." He closed his eyes and sucked in a breath before pinching and twisting, and I found that I definitely liked that more than a soft touch. If you're talking about what made my core drip, anyway. Technically, everything he did was perfect. He abandoned his attention to my breasts in order to better feast on my mouth. Zero to sixty. Now I wasn't sure I really needed oxygen because I could just live with his mouth on mine 24/7.

"Let's lose the rest of this clothing, hmm?" He said as he pulled back, stroking my cheek as he stared into my eyes. I nodded. I sure was doing a lot of that. Guess my brain was too busy thinking about how wet my core was to speak normally. He hugged me close for a moment. "Nao, I just need to tell you that I am in this for the long haul." He gripped my hands, as my eyes rose to his. "I know this is flying at the speed of light, and all I can give you right now are words, but please, there is nothing I would not do for you, forever."

Instead of replying, I grinned and reached for the waistband of his pants, dropping them to the floor before doing the same to my shorts.

Holy wow. If he doesn't make it as an art teacher, I bet I could think of a different career just based on what was underneath those pajama pants.